>>628579Spearfishing in the Cozumel channel, shot a big permit on an 80ft wreck and two more in our party did the same. We were all at the surface fighting these thrashing, bleeding permit when the biggest bull shark I've ever seen, second biggest shark overall that I've seen, bops on over and starts circling a few feet below our fins. We hollered for the boat to come get us, pulled the permit in ASAP and took off to hunt somewhere else. I'd never been afraid of sharks before then, but that one got to me because dive operators feed the bull sharks off of Playa Del Carmen.
Had a redneck shoot at me while I was walking home from hunting near a property line because he thought I was trespassing... on my own property. I hit the deck and shouted back at him to identify myself and explain that he'd better cut that shit out. When he got a hold of himself, I walked over and shook hands, but I was debating whether to curb stomp the little bastard the whole time.
Fishing in a narrow spawning creek on the Alagnac River, I had a super cranky looking old brown bear following a sow up and down the banks, and later in the day a trio of young bears galloped directly past me on their way downstream to the lake. It's amazing how chill bears are when there's an excess of food that doesn't fight back.
When I was a little kid I got myself into some stupid situations free-climbing walls up in the hills and trying to scale down the sides of ravines near home. I still do that sometimes when I get drunk outdoors, but I really ought to stop.
One time when my scout troop was playing man hunt in the middle of the night at a state park, I was the target and made a clutch run in to base by running down a 20 foot dirt cliff that we'd been climbing around on during the day. Only the fat kid was guarding that spot because people thought if I tried to go there I'd have to climb or crawl down it, but I was a depressive 14 year old and didn't think I'd mind terribly if I got hurt.
